#mondaymotivation family -- both my immediate and global gente.
As we move into a new week, i am committed to focusing on how i can use my experience as an othered individual -- queer, brown, female -- for the greatest good of all. What are my points of connection? How can i connect? How can i create things that honor the individual yet speak to universal truths? How can i create mini-revolutions daily that will spark months, years of radical waves?
My experience is different than my mothers (the woman in the middle) because our truths aren't necessarily the same. Some of its time and the decade we born in, some of its nurture, some of its nature -- majority of it is choice and personhood.
And both of our experiences are astronomically different from my 91-year-old grandmother, who grew up in the depression and never ever wastes anything. She literally saves her pot of coffee she makes on Monday and heats it up the rest of the week.
Last year i was lucky enough to sit down with her and record her stories. Soon i will capture my moms. This, the telling of tales, is now becoming a privilege and a luxury.
As i write this, immigrant kids are being ripped from their Mexicana families as they make their way into a country that is supposed to be the land of the free, "A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame/ Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name/MOTHER OF EXILES."
Children whose stories won't begin with "Once upon a time" or end with a "Happily Ever After." And i am heartbroken. i am pissed.
But in all these heated emotions, i'm reminded of the biggest truth that we -- all people of color who've had their lands, their bodies, their children ripped from the earth of their hands -- share. It's one of strength and survival. Of perseverance. Of resistance. Of revolution. Of solidarity.
Today, i remember this lineage. And try to create work this week and all the weeks thereafter that are worthy of it.